'I... I really am alive.'
This breath that I had...
It was a wonderful feeling, a gift that most people forget they had.
Ever since my arrival here, the Embodiment of myself, I was finally...
Finally, I was unchained.
'Yes, I am free.'
So I moved.
A tilt first...
Small and careful.
Testing the seams of my skin, willing them not to tear.
My neck answered in a slow way.
My face, though cracked and ever paler, shifted properly.
Muscle was remembering muscle.
A twitch became an eyebrow; an eyebrow became a half-formed expression.
An expression that met many more.
It seemed that my killers never left.
I heard them all around me.
Thousands of breaths all held.
Their eyes found my movement, and they froze.
'Were... were they trying to kill me?'
Every hand held a weapon.
A weapon aimed directly at me.
'...So even after seeing the truth, they...'
